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“Why not? We’re best friends. We share everything.”

“I’m not going to share if I have a wax.”

“So, do you?” I really wanted to know.

“Wyatt, seriously? Why are you asking me this?”

“I don’t know. I’m just curious. Anyway,” I said. “I could have checked it out when you had your thing on earlier, but I was being a gentleman.”

“What do you mean you could have checked it out?”

“When you were facing me, I could have seen if there was any hair there.”

“Really, Wyatt?” She hit me on the shoulder. “That’s so inappropriate.”

“What? I’m just curious. Do you go and get waxed, or do you shave yourself, or are you au natural?”

“Fine. You really want to know? Yeah, I do.”

“You do?”

I realized I was way too invested in her bush status. I didn’t even want to think about Sadie as someone with a pussy. The thought of it made me squirm, but the more I thought about it, the more I wanted to know and the more I actually wanted to see it.

I was wading into dangerous territory and I needed to stop.

“Yep. I had a Brazilian wax when I was in Idaho,” Sadie replied.

“You did?” I said blankly.

“And don’t even ask, Wyatt Hamilton. I’m not going to show you.”

I laughed, throwing my head back. “I wasn’t going to ask you to show me,” I lied, because a part of me had wanted to see if she would say yes. “Come on, turn on the movie.”

“Fine. Are you going to keep the lights on?”

“Yeah, let’s keep the lights on for now.”

I didn’t really like watching movies with lights on, but turning the lights off would make it too dark and too intimate. And right now, I did not need to be in the dark with Sadie Johnson. I didn’t want to do anything that would put our friendship at risk. I certainly didn’t want to touch her and see how she’d react. Even though I was feeling an attraction to her that I’d never felt before, I knew that I had to fight against it. Sadie Johnson was too important in my life. She wasn’t someone that I could just mess around with. She deserved so much more than that.

Chapter Sixty-Four

Sadie

I felt overly warm when I woke up. I’d fallen asleep in the middle of the movie, and I blinked sleepily, trying to orient myself. Wyatt’s arm was sprawled across me, and I could hear him snoring. Not that he’d believe me if I told him. Wyatt refused to believe that he snored, but he wasn’t terribly loud so it wasn’t bad. I shifted slightly in the bed and lay on my back, staring at the ceiling.

It had been weird seeing Shane Wakefield the day before. I had such a huge crush on him in high school, but he hadn’t been interested in me at all. I mean, I had been a bit of a geek, and I’d always been around Wyatt, who everyone had automatically assumed I was in love with. Wyatt had been popular and handsome, and every single girl and every single boy seemed to think that I was lusting after him, but there’d never been anything more than that between us.

I looked over to the side and watched him sleeping. He was handsome, much handsomer than I would ever admit out loud. It was weird lying here in bed next to him almost as if we were boyfriend and girlfriend, even though we were nothing of the sort. In fact, I was surprised that his mom and dad let us still sleep in the bed together, but I guess they knew that we were just friends, and with six other sons to worry about, Wyatt was probably the last thing on their minds.

“Morning.” Wyatt smiled sleepily as he opened his eyes. “I’m surprised I didn’t have to wake you up, sleepyhead,” he teased me.

“Your breath stinks,” I said, but it was a lie. I couldn’t smell anything.

“No, it doesn’t. I used Colgate.”

“Ooh, Colgate?” I laughed.

“Yeah. So Bridesmaids was sooo good, huh?”

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